Iris of Age

There are a thousand words in her kiss a book burning- everytime she ignites my lips where meaning exists and I am expanded Impode to nothingness Pieces of you get caught in my eye no need to look behind me now your always in sight I struggled to leave Disconnect the lines that span the spaces between you and I she is always with me her eyes hold the secrets- the cosmos of my pain a never ending field of creation surrounding a blackhole that dilates the iris of my age The goddess with fairskin the priestess that saves where murder is foreplay to stand in her shade